"How are you so… okay with a-all of th-this?" Santana asked in wonder. Brittany seemed fine, even happy about today's events. While happy about the win, Santana had started all over again when Brit reminded her there was no reason to change back into her Cheerio's uniform, and a thick coating of tears streamed down her face.

"Because," Brittany began to explain in a less-vacant-than-usual tone. "We don't need to worry anymore. Our every movement isn't… what's the word?"

"Judged? Dictated?"

"Right, both of those things, by Sue Sylvester. We can be to…. Ourselves, you know? We can eat solid meals without drinking that sand-laxative smoothie crap."

"Ha ha, yeah… you're right. God, I'm a bloody idiot!" Santana sobbed. Now they were tears of regret. "Why was I torturing myself? Being rude to all those people? Hiding who I am, who we really are for…. Cheerleading?" Sob. "Oh god, I'm such a terrible person."

"No, no!" Brit said, taking Santana's cheeks in her palms. "Don't say that. Your one of the only people who's nice to ME. Coach Sylvester is the bitch. She was pressuring you to do awful things to your body, and, yes, you shouldn't have taken it, but she was your….?"

"Superior?"

"Yeah, that," Brit said. "San?"

"Yeah?"

"We'll be fine." She leaned and gave Santana a kiss. The sensation on her lips finally made her smile. "And you know why else I'm okay?"

"Why?"

"I still have you."

GLEE!
At Jonny Rocket's, the club met up for celebratory shakes and chili cheese chips.

Laughter and conversation ensued standing about the corner booth, Ms Pillsbury was still wiping it down.

"Quinn?" Santana said.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry," She said, "for stopping talking to you. For all that stuff I said about you, the judgments passed. I feel like a terrible person."

She smiled. "I forgive you." Santana was shocked. "I would guess that's part of being a mother."

First, several members of the glee club stopped talking in shock. Then, several others turned to see the cause of the abrupt halt of conversation. 12 heads turned. There stood Jesse St. James. "Hey, guys!"

With nonchalance, he walked over to Rachel and attempted to put his arms around her in a hug. She pushed him off.

"What are you doing here?" She snapped.

"Well, aren't we here to celebrate?" He said, as if Rachel was the one being odd here. He got more queer looks than Quinn had gotten when she'd shown up. "What? Did I cut myself while shaving this morning?" He took his hand to the side of his face, as if to feel for a scratch. Rachel glared.

"You're kidding, aren't you? You performed, for Vocal-fucking-Adrenaline! How could you? And, not only-"

Before Rach went off on one of her tangents, Jesse stopped her. "Don't you all see?" He turned to the group. "I did this to help you! My performing for them disqualified them. The Glee-jects sucked, and you were a Shue-in. Excuse the pun." He gave the director a slight smirk. "With that in order, we are going on to Nationals this summer."

"Well, uh…" Will said, stepping to the centre of the group. "Jesse, why did you do that?" Was all he could come up with.

"So we could win, duh!" He said, getting frustrated. Did they not understand his brilliant plan?

"You really thought we couldn't win without you getting Vocal Adrenaline disqualified?" Rachel said, stepping closer to Finn.

Jesse St. James wasn't exactly used to having large groups of people simultaneously glaring at him, but, hey, there's a first time for everything. "Why? Did you?" He laughed. No one could compete with Carmel.

"Um, yes, Jesse," Quinn snapped, standing up from her seat at the booth. "You keep saying we one. Yeah, New Directions won. Not Jesse St. James. I realize, Mr Shue, that we all need to be fair and inclusive and what not, but why should we have someone in our group that doesn't believe in us, or believe that we can win?"(And that was how Quinn got the nickname "Mummy Q")

"You know, as a teacher," Mr. Shuster said, "I should disagree with her. I'm sorry, Jesse, you're out."

"What!" Jesse said, "You need me!"

"We did just fine without you, thanks," Emma said defiantly, still scrubbing at the table. "These kids are really talented, Mr St. James, and what you did was rather degrading!"

"You're right," He said to 12 contempt faces, "I'm sorry. I'll go now."

The group didn't stay at Johnny Rocket's long; conversation with teachers around was always awkward, especially with what had just happened with Jesse. But, the teens decided to meet at Rachel's house that night for a celebration- not just chocolate shakes.

GLEE!

Rachel was freaking out. She had just agreed to throw one of the first ever all-glee parties, and she was nowhere near prepared. Her dads even said they would leave during the party, which eased her nerves a slight bit, but she was still pacing about nonetheless.

She went over the checklist in her head. Food, Check. Bonfire and s'mores, check. Booze, check.

Wait! She thought, these are high school kids! All I have is my parents booze. They'd want ale. Shit! No, no, its fine! Another voice told her. They can make cocktails, and that sangria isn't that hard, so no one will pass out on your couch.

No one was to get to her house for at least twenty minutes, but why waste time? She went to her classic vinyl player and put in a Beatles record.

To her surprise, her doorbell rang.

"Oh, hey, Finn." She said, unaffectedly happy to see him there.

He didn't reply. He just leaned down and kissed her.

GLEE!!!!

Story written by Olyvia, or LivsLives4Love

GLEE created and produced by Brad Falchuk and Ian Brennan, not me and no copyright was intended.

Thanks to all those who contributed to the creative side of glee, everyone from the actors to make up artists, without you this fan art wouldn't be possible.

See you Nationals.